I had flowers delivered, and I set them on the entryway table. Before she walked out to head to work, she would see them. They were deep red roses in a crystal vase. There were two dozen of them. Plump and full of life, they reminded me of her. So innocent and pure, but so sexual at the same time.
I left a note.
Tonight, you’re finally mine.
I was the first one to arrive at the house.
I went into the bedroom but didn’t strip off my suit like I normally would. By now, I would normally be in the shower, washing myself down and scrubbing my hair. Then I would get out and throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
But today, I kept the suit on.
I sat at the edge of the bed and rested my elbows on my knees. The door was wide-open, and I listened for the sound of the front door opening on the first level. The curtains were closed over the windows because I didn’t want anyone to sneak a glance at her, to see that perfectly pale skin surrounding her pink tits.
The bedside lamps were on for atmosphere, casting a dim glow throughout the bedroom. I could hear the heating system kick on and off as it tried to keep the equilibrium within the house. None of her things were in this bedroom, but I felt like I shared it with her anyway.
After twenty minutes of waiting, my cock hard from thinking about what I would do with her, the front door finally opened. I could hear the heavy door close behind her. It was hardly noticeable, but I’d been living there for so long that I recognized every single sound of the place.
A minute passed before her heels sounded up the stairs. She took her time, steeling her nerves before she arrived. She knew exactly where I was because her heels continued to clap against the hardwood floor, even when she passed her bedroom.
I’d never relied on my sense of hearing so much. Like I was going into battle, I prepared for the event about to take place. My heart was beating fast, and my lungs ached to breathe deeper. My body wanted to spring into action and work up a sweat. My hands twitched to grab her, to snatch her by the hips and push her beneath me. My hips wanted to thrust hard against her, the head of my cock reaching her cervix because I impaled her with every inch of my cock. She didn’t know what a real fuck was before she met me. Now she would know how it felt to be with a real man—six feet and three inches of all man.
She rounded the corner and stopped in the doorway, seeing me sitting at the edge of the bed. A black pencil skirt hugged her hips, and black stilettos were on her feet. No matter how much cash was in her back account, she dressed like a classy woman, priding herself on her elegance. Her hair had been curled that morning, and now they’d come loose. They were wavy, but that made it easier for my fingers to slide through. She wore a navy blue top with a gold necklace around her throat. Her makeup was heavier than usual, and just like I suspected, her cheeks were flushed pink.
She stared at me with a mix of lust and hesitation, her arms resting by her sides. The pulse in her neck thudded wildly, adrenaline spiking directly into her heart. She was nervous, but she was excited above everything else.
I rose to my feet without breaking her gaze. I finally looked down and stared at every inch of her perfection, treasuring the moment. I’d wanted to be inside her since the moment I spotted her in that bar. Every guy that night wanted the same thing.
But I got to have her.
I’d wined her and dined her. I treated her like a lady and gave her the respect she desired. When she wanted to talk, I listened. When she wanted to cuddle, I obliged. But now it was my turn to have what I wanted.
My eyes drilled into her skin, and I felt the dominant side of me fight for control. I wanted to command her to do exactly as I asked. I wanted to demand she drop to her knees and suck me off until I was soaking wet from her saliva. I’d never struggled with my true self so much in my life.
I had to stay under control.
I walked across the room until I was face-to-face with her. I could feel the heat searing from her body as it burned for mine. Her eyes immediately lit up like stars in the deepening sky, twinkling with excitement. Her cheeks were pinker than they’d ever been before because her pussy wanted my cock so badly. Her breathing was uneven, out of whack and all over the place. My proximity made her nervous, but she enjoyed that feeling. “Thank you for the flowers.”
Of all the things I expected her to say, that wasn’t one of them. I didn’t respond because I didn’t feel like talking. The only thing I wanted to do with my lips was kiss her. My hands couldn’t remain by my sides any longer, and I dug one hand into her hair and pulled her face to mine in a deep embrace.
Immediately, she took a deep breath like I’d just burned her. Her lips froze like they couldn’t process the scorching burn. They hesitated in overload, my kiss throwing her off guard. But then she kissed me back with the same vigor and excitement. Her hands snaked up my arms until they rested on her favorite spot.